Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
We must make of our own life like an art work is made. The life of an intellect man must a work of his. The true superiority is all here.
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We must make of our own life like an art work is made. The life of an intellect man must a work of his. The true superiority is all here.
More than once have I been drunk, my passions are not far from delirium, and of these two things I do not feel sorry because I have learnt to understand that all extraordinary men that have done something great, and that seemed impossible to achieve, have been considered in every era to be drunks or mad. But, even in everyday life it is unbearable to hear say, every time that someone is about to do a free, noble and unexpected action "That man is drunk, he is mad!"
Be ashamed of yourselves, you sober and wise men!
They us revolutionaries are romantic. Yes it's true in a different way, we're those who are willing to give up they're life for what we believe in.
Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not as in fiction, to imagine things which are not really there, but just to comprehend those things which are there.
Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts and only asks to be lived.
The betrayed might be naive, but the traitor shall always remain infamous!
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the Bleep on.
When I was five years old, my mother would tell me that happiness is the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote "happy". They told me that I hadn't understood the question, and I told them that they hadn't understood life.
Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course, they are charitable. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us. And yet, I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream-I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal- to something finer, richer than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"